My Mute Bride

Chapter 222 A Dream About the Past

Somerset Mountain was a poor and remote mountainous area. Few people really lived on the mountain except for a gang of human traffickers, so Rachel hadn’t had any friends since she was little.

Then, she met Justin, who was abducted and trafficked to Somerset Mountain. The days since then had been one of the few times in her childhood that she felt truly happy in the company of someone around her age.

“My home is on fire, Justin! I have to go back!” “You mustn’t go back, Katie!” “You should leave first, Justin.”

“Katie!” In the burning courtyard, a man with a scar on the corner of his eye stood at the door of the house and threw the emptied can of kerosene aside. After looking around, he came out and stared at the burning fire as the flames spread out of the courtyard.

“My mom is still inside!”

“Keep quiet!”

The teenage boy covered little Rachel’s mouth, and he wouldn’t let go of her no matter how she cried and shouted. He kept waiting until the man with a scar on the corner of his eye left, whereas Rachel cried so hard that she nearly passed out.

However, the fire was too big. Before the two kids could run down the mountain slope, the thatched cottage collapsed in an instant, turning the courtyard into a sea of flames as the fire kept spreading toward the peak of the mountain.

“Run, Katie! Run!”

“Mommy! Mommy!”

When Rachel suddenly heard a child’s voice, she woke up from her nightmare in a daze and noticed the tiny figure standing beside her bed. Her eyelids felt so heavy that she could hardly open her eyes, and her voice was very weak. “Why are you here, Samuel?”

“Today’s the weekend. What’s wrong with you, Mommy?”

a little ill. Can you

“Okay.”

in her ears, Rachel

packs from the fridge. Then, he wrapped the ice packs in a towel and put them on Rachel’s forehead to help her cool down her body temperature. After doing all that, he stood beside the bed for a while, and his face scrunched up when he saw how uncomfortable Rachel looked. It’ll be bad if her temperature doesn’t come down. As the thought occurred to him, he

mood all day because of Rachel. Even though he recognized every word in the magazine, he couldn’t concentrate on

sound of

the magazine, but he didn’t see the person he was expecting when he opened the door. Instead, he saw a cute little boy standing behind the carved iron gate across the courtyard with a school bag shaped like a beetle on his back. The boy was pushing the gate with his tiny hands

stepped out of the house.

“Open the door

and refused him entry. “I’m not letting you in. Tell me

his hand off in displeasure. “I’m here to see you. Hurry

“Go with you? Why?”

ill. Come to

I just saw her yesterday. Not only was she as fit as a fiddle, she even plotted against an old fox with her friend. How dare you tell

the truth.

If she wants to see me, tell her to come here

up and come with me!” As Samuel got anxious, he grabbed Justin’s arm

even more impatient right now. Since he wasn’t careful with his

as he fell

fault for insisting on pulling me. I’m telling you again—if your

the fall, his big eyes—which looked like black grapes—instantly misted over with tears. With an aggrieved look, he then yelled at Justin, “You pushed me! My mom said that adults who hit kids are bad people. I hate

“I’m not your dad in the first place.” After finishing his sentence, he immediately closed the gate

don’t want to see Justin ever again, nor do I want this person to be my dad anymore. Mr. Peters is 10,000 times better than him; even